That varies according to the situation. Always need to use the head, and well sometimes just fuck everything and do what your instinct tells you to.
“The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality.”
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno
I was watching one of the most greatest TV shows there is – The Sopranos, and this came into my mind immediately.
Ah decisions, especially crucial ones! In major ones, I tend to reason on most of them, or at least try to, but personally I find my instincts were most of the time which led me to the right choice, or at least satisfying ones, if they went wrong. Sometimes both might lead you to the same spot, but via very different ways. Here is an article that I’d like to quote which I read pertaining to it, emphasizing on growth and leadership.
Tony Soprano, crime-boss and family patriarch of HBO’s The Sopranos, demonstrates successful methods for leading a team and forging beneficial, productive long-term relationships. When in doubt, assert yourself. Tony is well aware that he doesn’t have all the answers, yet even in his uncertainty, he forges ahead with bold action. He proudly claims that more is lost by indecision than by wrong choices.
It is important to differentiate between problem analysis and decision making. The concepts are completely separate from one another which is generally mistaken for the same. Traditionally it is argued that problem analysis must be done first, so that the information gathered in that process may be used towards decision making. That comes down to reasoning, but at such a time when you have no moment to think but act, only your reasonable instinct on which you can count on.
The hardest decision of my life is to continue to live on this planet. Sorry if that sounded a bit (or a lot) cheesy, but that’s the truth. It’s not fate we are suffering existing living, it’s our choice. There were many instances in life where I had to make a difficult decision, even when it was simple. We always have a choice, even if all the remaining options are bad ones. This is the only thing which comes to my mind when I think of the hardest decision I had to make. Well not counting those in RPGs like The Witcher games of course.
It was a hard choice, and had to be made quick. The ally was freed, and comrades old and new were on the ship, ready to sail. The soldiers and mercenaries under the command of the corrupt official were almost dealt with.
Blood split everywhere.
For a higher cause.
There was no reason to wait, as the objective was met. Or was it? The warrior stood on the ship, seeing what unfolded quickly before him. The corrupt official managed to endure the surprised, well planned attack. Before him across the bridge he emerged from the tower with some captive woman he held. Cursed and abused he did. Set the watch tower on fire with the woman held hostage he did. And fled the scene, not before threatening to return and seek vengeance and continue his misfortune.
If a decision had to be made, it had to be quick. Should he chase down and finish him once and for all, for he might be true to his word, and return to plague the town, village and forest as he did up till this point? Or save the lives of the innocent woman, held as whores for his need, and left as hostage to be burned felicitating his escape? Could he hope to do it, hoping his comrades on land finish him off? Were the woman innocent and deserving to be saved? Or chase down the scoundrel and deal with him once and for all, helping thousands, but going against what he always stood for, saving a life? He had to choose – after jumping off the ship, go after the scoundrel, as he was was already far off by then, or proceed to save the woman. Not a moment more he could spare if he has to accomplish either one of them.
What was the question? Was it the greater good? Or lesser evil?
Or why indulge in it at all? For his work was done, he can just simply sail away, for he had a greater mission at hand, which could not wait further, leaving the fate of the woman, the scoundrel, and rest of the people to their own fate.
But the choice was clear. Within the blink of an eye…
The Nameless One 